Boboiboy Oneshots

Taufan's Awakening

It had been a rough few days for Taufan. Ever since his powers started shifting into their third tier, he'd felt off balance, like a weight he couldn't carry had settled on his shoulders. Even the slightest breeze he summoned felt more volatile than usual, like it could explode out of him at any moment.

Late one night, unable to sleep, he found himself in the middle of a deserted field. The wind around him was swirling, wild and chaotic, matching the turbulence inside him. He clenched his fists, trying to steady his breathing, but it felt useless. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't control it.

Then, a faint, taunting voice drifted through the night air, soft yet unmistakable.

"Losing control, are we?"

Taufan's heart skipped a beat. He knew that voice. It was Beleuig, a dark figure who had lingered at the edges of Taufan's thoughts lately, whispering from the shadows, stirring up doubts and fears. Taufan clenched his fists, gritting his teeth as Beleuig's laughter echoed in his mind.

"You know, this doesn't have to be so hard," Beleuig purred, his voice almost comforting. "Your power—your real power—is right there, waiting. All you have to do is let me help you use it."

Taufan shook his head, trying to block out the voice, but Beleuig only pressed harder.

"Think about it," Beleuig continued, his tone smooth and persuasive. "If you truly unleashed your strength, you wouldn't feel this pain. I could help you reach heights you've never dreamed of, make you unstoppable."

The temptation gnawed at him. Taufan's body ached, every fiber screaming from the pressure of holding his power back. Part of him wanted to believe Beleuig's words—that if he surrendered to this force, he'd be free from the relentless pain. But another part, a voice deep down, warned him of the cost.

"I... I don't need you," he whispered, his voice hoarse and wavering, more to himself than to Beleuig. But the doubt in his own voice betrayed him.

"Oh, but you do," Beleuig's voice whispered back, wrapping around him like a vice. "I can give you the strength to control it. All that power at your fingertips, ready to obey your every command. Why fight against yourself? Why suffer when you could have everything?"

Taufan's resolve cracked, just for a moment. His chest burned, every breath heavy and labored. He could feel his power thrumming under his skin, eager to break free, and Beleuig's words made it sound so... easy.

"What if... what if I did?" Taufan muttered, barely aware he was speaking aloud.

"That's it," Beleuig coaxed, his voice a quiet, dangerous lull. "Let it out. Just a little more. Don't resist."

Taking a shaky breath, Taufan felt the energy within him pulse harder, as if responding to Beleuig's call. But with it came a surge of agony, so fierce it nearly dropped him to his knees. He gasped, clutching at his chest, feeling the winds around him whip into a frenzied storm.

And then he saw them—his brothers in his mind, Gempa's kind smile, Solar's determined gaze, and Duri's gentle support. They were there, in his memories, faces clear as day. They wouldn't want this. They wouldn't want him to give in.

"No... no, I can't," Taufan choked out, pulling himself back from the edge. He forced himself to remember why he fought, why he resisted—his family, his brothers who stood by him, even when things got tough.

"Weak," Beleuig sneered, his tone turning cold and disdainful. "Pathetic, clinging to them when they'll only hold you back. You're a fool, Taufan."